Snow Covered Strawberries

Ichigo eagerly dragged Grimmjow into the underground training area, but he noticed something suspicious the second he jumped off of the ridiculously long ladder; there was a bed mat rolled out not too far from the hot spring. 'How did he know?' thought the strawberry. But that was the only thought he had time for before a pair of aggressive lips smashed into his. This time it was Ichigo gasping in surprise and Grimmjow wasted no time in allowing his tongue to do as it pleased. Their slick tongues collided and danced their frenzied dance yet again but with more passion and fire than ever.



Grimmjow could never tire of kissing Ichigo's silky soft lips; they were perfect and felt like heaven under his own.



The former Espada ran his hands up the back of Ichigo's shirt as he fisted his other hand in Ichigo's beautiful orange hair. 'His hair and skin are so soft' and although his skin was soft, Grimmjow could feel the battle ridden scars sporadically placed on his strawberry's back while he ran his hands, trying to feel and memorize every inch of him. Ichigo was also more muscled than he remembered him being, still lithe but yet more filled out.



Ichigo pressed himself completely against Grimmjow with a groan. His erection began to throb at the contact with the larger man’s body.



The teal haired man could feel the hardness straining through Ichigo's pants as he began rubbing himself against him, his own hardness throbbing along with the strawberry's. They began making their way toward the mat that lay on the ground near the hot spring. Both men were still slightly shivering from the cold, and although their senses told them they should jump into the hot spring to warm up first, their bodies told them otherwise: they could make their own warmth.



As they moved closer Grimmjow began fumbling with the buttons of Ichigo's jacket slightly cursing to himself 'Why couldn't he wear a jacket with a zipper?!' Finally getting down to the last one and removing the obtrusive piece of clothing, he could feel more of the smaller man against him. The Espada needed to get a grip on himself, he was starting to lose control of his body.



This was an experience he had waited far too long for, and wanted it to be more about Ichigo. Sure he could throw him on the ground right now and start thrusting into him, but he wanted his strawberry to feel the love that Grimmjow really felt for him. 'Take your time dumbass,' he thought to himself 'or he'll never want to be with you again.' Just the thought of the younger man not wanting anything to do with him made his stomach turn, he didn't think he could continue living if Ichigo felt that way.



Without him realizing it, Ichigo had slid the light sweater Grimmjow had been wearing off of his shoulders and had half of the buttons undone on his shirt when the older man grew impatient once again and ripped the shirt off, sending buttons flying in every direction.



The large man gently laid down his strawberry on the mat, not even once breaking their impassioned kiss. Finally, with Grimmjow lying on top of Ichigo, the older man pulled away from Ichigo's amazing lips, but continued kissing down his jaw line to his neck. Grimmjow kissed and nibbled the crook of the other man’s neck while listening to him moan in pleasure. Ichigo never realized exactly how sensitive his skin was until Grimmjow was paying so much attention to it.



The soft moans coming from the beautiful man below him encouraged the Espada to let his hands roam freely. He teased and caressed Ichigo's skin while slowly working him out of his shirt. He pulled the younger man up into a sitting position for just long enough to get the article of clothing off of him. And now with his beautiful strawberry sprawled out in front of him in nothing but a pair of jeans, Grimmjow began attacking every part of the redhead’s skin that he could reach with his mouth.



He reached Ichigo's dusky nipples and began teasing them with his tongue, which elicited a lust-filled groan from the man below him. Still toying with Ichigo's nipples, biting at them softly, licking at them and sucking them, he began to work the younger man’s pants with one hand. He could feel the orange haired man's rock hard erection literally throbbing under his hand as he pulled apart the buttons agonizingly slow; one at a time, careful to brush his palm ever so lightly on the bulge underneath, causing Ichigo to involuntarily thrust his hips forward to gain more friction, making the Espada chuckle.



Grimmjow was surprised to see nothing underneath the jeans, yet happy because it would make his job that much easier.



Ichigo rock hard member sprang forward after the last button was undone, causing him to breathe a sigh of relief. The cool air mixed with Grimmjow's warm breath so close to it felt incredible.



Grimmjow took in the sight of the redhead’s member jutting out of a bed of soft orange curls. 'Beautiful, just like the rest of his body' thought Grimmjow. Once he caught the sight of how wet it was the Espada couldn't help himself. Leaning closer he let his moist tongue run up the backside of Ichigo's cock, dipping his tongue into the slit, tasting the tangy, yet sweet, bead of precum emanating from it.



“Ngh...” Ichigo moaned thrusting upward almost choking the man who was attempting to give him pleasure. Grimmjow almost laughed at the sight of Ichigo getting impatient.



The older man sat up on his knees and began tugging his berry's pants towards his feet, finally freeing him from the confines of his jeans.



Grimmjow knelt down with his arms bracing him on either side of Ichigo's hips. He let his tongue tease the head of Ichigo's still dripping cock, swirling the moist muscle around it, and then finally gliding himself back to the slit once again to taste the sweet tartness that was Ichigo. After he had Ichigo writhing in anticipation he slowly wrapped his lips around the head still swirling around the engorged member. With a sudden move that the strawberry was definitely not expecting, Grimmjow swallowed Ichigo whole and began to bob his head up and down his length at a steady speed, hollowing out his cheeks to suck him harder. The Espada moved one of his hands up Ichigo's thigh to his balls and began massaging them, rolling them between his fingers and softly palming them with his hand.



The orange haired man was lost in a sea of ecstasy. Never in his life would he have thought that someone could pay this much attention to his body. Self pleasure never felt this good. Ichigo felt as if every sense was heightened a hundred times. Grimmjow was paying such close attention to Ichigo's shudders and moans and did the things that made him react, over and over again.



Not long after the older man took Ichigo into his mouth and began the slide up and down his shaft, he felt a familiar tightness in Ichigo's groin and knew that if he didn't stop, Ichigo was going to cum, and he didn't want him to – not yet anyhow. He slowed down and finally with one hard suck upwards, removed himself from the strawberry's member and quickly lapped his tongue downwards towards the others entrance.



Grimmjow hoisted Ichigo's legs up on his shoulder, raising his ass to gain better leverage for what he planned to do. He let his tongue wander to and around his strawberry's hole, savoring Ichigo's flavor, and being careful to get it sopping wet for what he planned to do. Grimmjow had no plans of hurting Ichigo or making him uncomfortable, he wanted him to enjoy this experience as much as the older man would.



“Ugggh, fuck,” Ichigo moaned, his voiced filled with lust. Grimmjow continued gliding his wet muscle over Ichigo's puckered hole letting it go inside just a little, until he deemed it wet enough, then coated three of his own fingers with his saliva and pulled himself on top of the berry, his mouth just centimetres from Ichigo's ear.



“If this hurts or you don't like what I do, please, just tell me. I don't ever wanna hurt you,” Grimmjow whispered into the younger man’s ear. The tenderness in the voice of the man on top of him was shocking. The shinigami nodded, showing that he understood.



The Espada slowly slid his index finger past the tight ring of muscle, up to the first knuckle. Looking down at Ichigo he waited for another nod of approval, when he got it he slid his finger the rest of the way in. Grimmjow made Ichigo feel so relaxed that when he began gliding his finger in and out of the younger man, it didn't hurt at all.



Seeing that the strawberry was so comfortable with one finger inside of him he decided to add the second one. It was a much tighter fit, but he took his time, making sure he didn't hurt Ichigo, and once he realized that it didn't bother the teen a bit he drew them out and back in again, slowly pulling his fingers apart to stretch the young man. While doing all of this he was so lost in the enjoyment of pleasuring Ichigo he forgot about his own aching erection throbbing against his tight fitting jeans.



Everything felt so good to Ichigo. He was amazed Grimmjow had the patience to pleasure him like this and forget his own needs.



It felt as if the former Espada was searching for something in Ichigo, and he knew when he found it. A bolt of white flashed in the back of the young man’s eyes as Grimmjow struck something unfamiliar inside him.



“Aahhh. Do... d-do it again... what… ever you did.... do it again!” The redhead practically screamed. Grimmjow grinned and complied, pulling his fingers out and thrusting them back in, purposely hitting the bundle of nerves he found within. When Grimmjow thrust his fingers back in, Ichigo never realized that he had added the third and last finger, there was a slight pain, but the overwhelming pleasure completely overrode it.



Deeming his strawberry fully stretched, Grimmjow pulled his fingers out of Ichigo, noting the whine that came from the younger man, who clearly missed the intrusion. The Arrancar finally sat up on his knees and began unzipping his pants and let his painfully hard erection spring forward. Ichigo was in awe at the size of the former Espada. He was longer than Ichigo, and slightly thicker. Impressive, yet the teen was slightly intimidated. 'Is that thing going to fit?' he thought.



With his pants removed Grimmjow leaned back on top of the lithe body sprawled out before him, grinding his member against Ichigo's. A rather loud deep throated purr escaped the Espada's lips at the contact. He slowly thrust forward several more times, loving the feeling of his and Ichigo's erections rubbing together, wet against their now heated stomachs.



“Are you ready?” the larger man asked, looking in the chocolate colored and lust filled eyes.



“Ngh... yes,” the strawberry responded.



“Okay, tell me if it...”



“Shut up and fuck me already! I can't take it anymore!” Ichigo interrupted.



Hearing those words were such a turn-on to the Espada. Wasting no time, Grimmjow pulled up the teen’s hips and lined himself up with his entrance and began to push himself in. Halfway in, the Espada started to stop and got a menacing growl from the man below him, so continued in one swift motion until he was buried to the hilt.



Ichigo's breathing hitched, he never thought he could feel so full; it was an amazing feeling really. He could feel every inch and detail of Grimmjow's dick inside of him. The strawberry longed for the older man to thrust in and out of him so he wrapped his legs around the teal haired man’s hips. Grimmjow took the hint and painfully slowly pulled out and roughly thrust back in, balls deep.



“Grimm... aahh… Grimm… agh… fuck!” Ichigo screamed. “Again!”



Grimmjow finally lost himself and began thrusting madly.



Remembering the reaction he got from the shinigami when he hit his prostate with his fingers, he was now looking for that little ball of nerves that he knew would throw Ichigo over the edge. After several more thrusts he knew he had found it.



“FFFUUUUUCCCCKKKK” white flashed before Ichigo's eyes. He had never felt this much pleasure in his life, nothing compared to it. He knew at this rate he wouldn't last much longer. He wanted it to never end... he never wanted Grimmjow to stop fucking him into the ground. The sudden realization hit him that Grimmjow, the object of his desires for so long, was finally his. An overwhelming happiness hit him, along with another flash of pleasure. He could no longer think a coherent thought after that, besides wanting more of what Grimmjow was giving him.



“Ngh, hard.....er... Fast… er...” the strawberry panted, to which the man on top of him complied. He began to piston in and out of Ichigo's tight heat faster and slamming back in, hitting his prostate, harder and harder with every thrust.



Ichigo was screaming unintelligible words as Grimmjow wrapped a calloused hand around the younger man's neglected weeping member and started pumping it in time with his thrusts.



“Shit... Ichi... god... you feel... so... good...” managed to escape the former Espada's lips. Ichigo put his arms around Grimmjow's neck and pulled him close. The teal haired man let his tongue explore Ichigo's mouth while his cock abused his backside. He kissed and nibbled the shinigami's neck and worked his way to his ear and teased it mercilessly, nipping it and lapping at it with his wet muscle. The look on his strawberry's face started to push him over the edge, but he wanted Ichigo to cum first. Grimmjow was upright again, slamming his shaft into the teen below him wildly pumping his berry's cock. He felt Ichigo tighten up.



“I'm... gonn... I'm...” was all the shinigami managed to get out of his mouth before he saw the familiar flash of light. The white sticky substance began to spray out of his throbbing member, landing on his chest and coating Grimmjow's hand. That was all it took from the older man to lose it. Ichigo was clamping down, almost painfully, on the Espada's dick when he thrust back in two more times and shuddered to his release.



Panting and sweating Grimmjow collapsed on top of his berry who wrapped his arms around him in a loving embrace.



They laid this way in silence, listening to each other's labored breath, for some time before the larger man rolled off of Ichigo, his now limp member pulling out with a sickening plop. To Ichigo's surprise it was Grimmjow that cuddled up to him, draping his arm across the shinigami's lightly muscled chest, and nuzzling his head on Ichigo's shoulder.



The strawberry could have sworn he heard the Espada purr, and was sure he was asleep. He reached his hand up to caress Grimmjow's cheek; the place where the remainder of his hollow mask once resided, and whispered;



“I love you, Grimm”



“I love you too, Ichi,” replied Grimmjow while drifting off to sleep.



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